The only one

Chapter 5

Mrs. Duncan taught the class only one chord today.

We were still in music.

The clock read 2:28. The class got up to leave.
"Where do you guys think your going", she said in a humorous tone, "My class isn't that boring, is it?"

The class laughed still staring at the clock counting the seconds until freedom, well at least until tomorrow.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

The last bell rung and the entire class stoned out of the class as if there was a fire. But this happens everyday so I wasn't alarmed. I watched as Robert left the classroom trying to push his way to the front as his sweatshirt and jeans slowly faded into the crowd.

I was the last one to leave the classroom not rushing myself because either way, my bus leaves in ten minutes and it doesn't matter how early I get there.

I wasn't in the biggest rush to get to my house because it isn't a particularly loving there.

When I step into my house I yell
"I'm HOME, going to do my HOMEWORK"
I get no reply but it isn't an unusual thing.

I climbed the stair at a slow pace wondering what Robert would be doing. When I reached the top step I turned into what is known as my room. The colors painted a dark aquamarine color with posters of my favorite music groups and a cross for my religion.

I sat on my desk and took it math homework. I instantly was bored out of my mind after reading the first question. I turn on the iheart radio app and listen to whatever was on. And today like everyday I got into the music and forgot about homework. I sang to all of the songs, smiling at the happy songs and crying during the sad ones.

But what I realized during my years in this world, which by the way isn't a long time is this

Your house doesn't have to be your home. A home is a place you love to be in and a place you belong.

My house is the place I live

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

My home is music.

Hopefully one day someone can join my little world and move into my home.

My thoughts are interrupted when my mom burst the door open.

"Are you done with your homework?" She asked me in a stern tone.

"Ummm- uh ye-yeah um al-almost" I stuttered nervously. I stuttered when I was nervous or when I was lying, in this case both.

"Are you lying to me?" she questioned threateningly.

"Ummmmm" I wasn't sure how to answer.

"YOU LIED TO ME AGAIN" she yelled coming closer.

I closed my eyes knowing what exactly what was going to happen, this isn't the first time. But before she could do anything, the phone rang.

Thank you God!

But of course, she wouldn't leave me unharmed, she pinched my arm full strength for at least 5 seconds, but it felt like hours to me.

"NEVER LIE TO ME AGAIN!" and with that she slammed the door shut.

I know my mom loves me even if it's not as much as I would hope. She still drives me around some places and makes dinner sometimes. I just need to watch what I do around her.

I still love her no matter what she does.

I quickly finish all of my homework in case she comes back, but thankfully she doesn't.

I go downstairs and make myself a chicken sandwich and take it upstairs. My mom only makes dinners on days when my dad gets home early which is about three times a week and today was not one of those days.

Once I finish my sandwich I watch some Netflix and read one of my books. I got bored of all of that eventually.

I decided to listen to music while laying on my bed staring and the ceiling. Even though it's only eight o'clock, I am tired. I've had enough of this world for today.

I drift off to sleep with the radio playing.

But as I am about to fall asleep, I know that tonight I would dream up something that can only be imagined.

There were no nightmares.

Nothing is scarier than reality.